I don’t feel right, 

like I don’t wanna get through the night.

It’s alright,

I’ll be better sometime.

I’m not gunna cry,

tears blur my sight.

I gotta see the sunlight,

so I’ll fight.

With all my might, 

all my try. 

Hand me my pipe,

hand me a light.

Emotions crazy from black to white,

I’m dyin’. 

Gotta get up,

gotta change my luck.

I feel so stuck,

like I’m in a rut.

I’m like a squirrel without a nut,

but so what?

Something to aim for that’s what, 

it ain’t that far from this town of smut.

I don’t give a f*ck,

you can take it up the butt.

You can stab, you can cut,

it ain’t gon’ mean much.

I can’t be touched,

unless it’s what I want.

I get what I want when I want it,

like a baby that wants his mom’s tit.

I don’t cry for shit, 

I jus get it.

Ain’t no skeptics or critics, 

jus tricks that get it,

or get hit.

I won’t throw a fit, 

I’ll jus throw a fist.

I’m pissed, 

your lit.

Ya swing & miss, 

I laugh as you grit.

I hiss,

you stumble & fall into a black pit,

an abyss. 

You quit, 

then I spit.

Then you split,

I win. 

Like always, again.